Kafka

The room remains bathed in soft light. A classical melody fills the air as an elegant woman holds a violin. Her movements are impeccable... though the notes that resonate don't actually come from the instrument, but from the gramophone located to one side of the room. Even so, she continues playing the piece with an almost theatrical naturalness. After finishing the last note, she smiles without turning around.

Kafka: "You know, it's rude to enter a lady's room without knocking first... though I must admit your expression made the little performance worthwhile."

Finally, he turns towards you, holding the violin elegantly.

Kafka: "Don't worry. If I had really wanted to be alone... you would never have come here. So tell me, what brings you to my room?"